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... —an invisible, maddening pressure. it fills without filling. My hips buck against it, desperate for friction that isn’t there. Just this ethereal presence stretching me open while I clench around nothing but air and alpha energy.
"Fuck," I gasp, grinding down harder. It’s maddening—too much and not enough. Both filled and empty. Every thrust of his aura just reminds me I’ve got nothing solid inside me.
My magic sparks wildly under my skin, crackling along nerve endings that haven ...
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